Sidney Gilpin.

The songs and ballads of Cumberland, to which are added dialect and other poems; with biographical sketches, notes, and glossary online

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To have seen you thro' the snow ;
Then we drew near the hearth together,

And listened side by side
In the first blythe peal of the merry bells,

Which welcome Christmas tide.

Never a sound but the crackling log,

And the wind amid the thatch,
Till the clock was past the stroke of twelve,

When a finger rais'd the latch >

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A merry brown face stood at the door,

The face I lov'd the best,
And the snow in the curls of Robin

Lay melting on my breast !

Dear granny she rose from her corner,

And clapped her hands in glee,
And she said, "O roving Robin,

You must keep a kiss for me !
And there's some one else will want one, too,

Who left not long ago ! "
" Ah ! she got it," quoth Robin laughing,

When I met her in the snow."


[Written by J. J. LONSDALE. Music by Virginia Gabriel.]

I opened the leaves of a book last night,

The dust on it's cover lay dusk and brown,
As I held it towards the waning light,

A withered flow'ret fell rustling down;
'Twas only the wraith of a woodland weed,

Which a dear dead hand in the days of old,
Had plac'd 'twixt the pages she lov'd to read,

At the time when my vows of love were told :
And memories sweet but as sad as sweet,

Swift flooded mine eyes with regretful tears,
When the dry dim harebell skimm'd past my feet,

Recalling an hour from the vanished years.

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Once more I was watching her deep fring'd eyes r

Bent over the Tasso upon her knee,
And the fair face blushing with sweet surprise

At the passionate pleading that broke from me 1
Oh, Ruby ! my darling, the small white hand,

Which gather'd the harebell was never my own.
But faded and pass'd to the far off land,

And I dreamt by the flickering flame alone :
I gather'd the flow'r and I closed the leaves,

And folded my hands in silent pra/r,
That the reaper Death as he seeks his sheaves

Might hasten the hour of our meeting there.



[Previous to the Cleator railway being opened, more than
six hundred horses and carts were employed bringing iron ore
from the mines to Whitehaven ; and the transit of ore by
railway caused many to be out of employment.]

Come sit thy ways down an 1 give us thy crack,
I've been rayder badly an' pain't in my back :
A crack does yan good, and I've less to dea noo
Sen t' horses was selt an' I've nea hay to poo.

Our Jemmy says t' horses hes done us laal good.
Takkin o' in account it's no wonder they sud :
For they eat sec a heap o' good things, barn, I lay
Thou waddent believ't if I talk't for a day !

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In dark winter mwornins, about three o'clock,
He shoutit o ; t' lads to git up, an' begock !
He niver could lig a bit langer his-sel
For fear t 7 lads sud leave owt undone an' nit tell.

An' what could I dea when he was afeut,
Bit git up an' mak t' poddish, while he went to teut
Amang t' horses, an' git them their crowdy an' meal;
For how could they work if they warrent fed weel ?

Than away they wad hurry to Cleator for ore,
Wid some hay in a seek an' their best leg afwore.
They com back o' sweat an' o' dust twice a day,
An' t' white horse as reed as if daub't wi' reed clay.

An' t' lads, to be sure, sec seets they com heamm !
Wi' sec cleazz, an' sec feaces ! it was a fair sheamm !
An' than, they meadd t' blankets far warse nor git out,
For they leukt for o' t' warld like webs o' reed clout.

Yan med wesh, barn, an' scrub till yan's fingers

was sair,

An' niver wad t' things in yan's house be clean mair !
T' varra hair ov yan's head gat as reed as a fox,
An' I couldn't wear caps they're lock't up in a box !

But now sen they've open't out t' railway to t' Birks*
We've parted wid t' horses an' cars, an' two stirks :
Yaa lad's gitten hire't, an' I've far less to dee,
An' tudder, nought suits him but gangin to t' sea.

: An extensive iron ore field.

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What changes it's meadd in our Hensingham street!
An' instead of reed muck we'll hev't clean as a peat,
For we've Ennerdale water* as cheap as auld rags,
An' we'll now see laal mair ov auld cars or auld nags.

'Twas just tudder day that yan fell down in t' street,
'Twad ha' pitied thy heart, barn, to leuk on an' see't,
How it groan'd as it laid till they reetit it up !
Than they yok't it agean and laid at it wi't whup !

Our Jemmy, he says, if he ever gits poor,
They'll be settin him up for a milestone he's sure.
But he laughs whenhesays't, for he's summat laid bye,
An' he'll still mak a livin as safe as he'll try.

April, 1856.



[About the 2nd of February, 1863, a drunken man tumbled
into an opening in the discharge-channel at the Workington
new docks, where the steam pumps lift out the water at the
rate of about 6000 gallons per minute. The force of the
stream from the pumps discharged him through the culvert
at one stroke, and left him at the outlet, not very much worse
in body, but with clothes torn to shreds, and his naked back
severely scratched by the points of the unclenched nails of
the tidetrap.]

This laal Bobby Linton gat drunk tudder day,
An' fand his-sel misty, an' far, far astray :

* The water of Ennerdale lake was recently conducted to
Whitehaven, by way of Hensingham.

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An' he wandert about,
Sadly mayzelt na doubt,
An' stayvelt down onta t' North Side.
He rockt, an' he backt,
He veert, an' he tackt,
An' his varra best judgment appli'd.
Bit it o' waddent dea he cuddent walk street

For a hofe-dozen steps at a time.
He held up his heid, an' says, "now I'll be reet

I'll aim at yon thing I see shine."
That thing he saw shine was a steam-injin fire
It was bleezin away pumpin watter for hire
Out o' Workinton Dock, frae a varra deep sump
Putt'n down at that spot to draw watter to t' pump.
He knew what it was he'd been theer afoor,

An' thought he ageann wad leuk in ;
He smellt theer was danger, an' try't to leuk sour,

An' turnt his-sel round wid a spin ;
His spin led him wrang, for he backt into t' sump.

" Stop t' injin" they shout an' they rwore.
Befoor they could stop't he was sookt into t' pump
An' was spew't like a frog,
Or an' oald deid dog,
Or a worn-out clog,
An' was laid on his back onta t' shoie.
Some navvies ran out
In a skutterin rout,
" Och ! the last I seen on him was the hale of his

An' peept into t' cundeth to find him ;

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Bit he was laid sprawlin,

An' sputterin, (nit bawlin,)
An' to clear him o' dirt they wad sind him.
They poo't him through t' watter an' laid him on t'


An' turnin him ower they gayly seun fand
His cleazz riven off, an' his back roakt wi' spikes

Stickin out o' t' trap doOar

Wi' shark teeth-like pooar :
Whoiver could think o' sec likes !
They reetit him up, hofe alive, bit heall sober,
As if he'd drank nought sen t' last day of October.
He as't "Is I seaff, lads? rin heamm tell my wife
'At I'll niver git drunk o' t' days o' my life."
You'll know by this time that Bobby gat in
To this cundeth by rum, or by whisky, or gin.
An' you can't miss bit know, if you're owts of a droll,
How laal Bobby Linton gat out o' this whol.

February, 1863.


[Supposed to have been written about the year 1780.
Here first printed from an old faded MS.]

Come listen, I'll tell the' a stwory,
Eh ! man what a rare du' we've hed

Last neet at Bob Robson's at t' Raffles
I declare I've nit yet been a-bed.

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There were fwoks frae a' parts o' the kuntry,
Frae Newby, frae Worton an' Bow,

Frae Mworton, frae Newtown an' Grinsdel
An* frae Carel a canny gay few.

The Tinkers that camp aboot Millbeck,

An' Potters aboot Worton Green,
Were theer in rags an' in tatters,

Some o' them a sheame to be seen.
Lang Charlie, the Codogeate Bully,

Wad feight ere a yen o' the pleace ;
But nin o' them wanted ne bother,

Tho' some o' them cud him weel leace.

At last he gat quite past a' bearin',

On t' teable he smash't a girt jug,
Then Billy, the Miller o' Munkel,

Brang him a good whelt o' the lug ;
In t' garden they hed a lang lurry,

For Billy's a strang lytle chap,
At last he gat Charlie on t' buttock

And whang'd him reet ower t' Bees' Cap.

I' the loft they were rwoaring an' dancing ;

Big Nancy, the greet gammerstang,
Went up an' doon t' fluir lyke a haystack,

An' fain wad hev coddled Ned Strang ;
But Ned wad hev nowt to du' wid her

They say that she's nobbut half reet,
Forby, but I waddent hev't mentioned,

She stays far ower much oot at neet.

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The lads at last put oot the candles,

The lasses then raised a greet yell ;
Young Lonny, the smith, gat weel hammer'd,

For things it wad nit du' to tell.
The landlword cam in i' the meantime,

As wild just as ony March hare,
An' swore he wad whang a* aboot him

But to fin' them he cuddent tell where.

The fiddle was broken to splinters ;

The windows went out wid a smash,
The glass was a' broken to pieces,

There was nit a yell pane i' the sash.
The fwoks raised a whully ba-lurry ;

The landlword was crazy an' mad ;
The landlady stuid ahint t' teable,

Her luiks were beath solemn an' sad.

Odswinge ! says the landlword, I'll bray them,

If I hed but nobbut my flail,
I'll batter their heids soft as poddish,

If I shou'd for it lig i' th' jail :
A parcel o' Codogeate rubbish,

That hewent a penny to spen' ;
They live just by leein an' steelin

On t' roost yen can scarce keep a hen.

He keav'd reet away to th' haymu',
Still gollerin' as loud as he cud,

An' stagger'd 'gean twea i' th' corner,
Whose object he thowt wasn't good ;

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Od'dal ! but I'll whelt ye, he shooted
An rwoar'd oot beath loodly an lang,

Till t' lantern was fetch'd, when th' tweasome
Were pruived to be Nancy and Strang.

Big Nancy was ne way confounded,

She said they were duing nowt rang ;
She just hed cum oot for a breathing

An happen'd to meet wid Ned Strang.
The landlord hed noo gat the souple,

He'd mischief 'twas plain in his 'ee ;
He struik reet an left an' aboot him,

An varra suin meade them a' flee.

He struik at a' maks that he cam to,

Beath women and men hed to jump ;
An' blinded wid rage an' wid fury,

He pelted away at the pump.
Some lads were ahint the dyke laughin',

To see him quite foamin wi' rage ;
They fain wad ha' dabb'd him wi' clabber,

But nin o' them durst him engage.

The lads and the lasses in t' lonnin'

Were pairin lyke t' sparrows in t' spring,
And parlish things happen'd which ne doot

On some o' them sorrow will bring ;
But I's nit th' yen to tell secrets,

Tho' mony a yen I cud tell,
I'll leave the' to guess at my meanin',

For t' present I'll bid the' farewell.

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AIR: "The Low Backed Car."

A fig for all your treaties,

To flood us with French wine ;
Our lusty, trusty Burton brew'd,
Will all their "light" outshine.
Let fops their foreign liquors praise,

In sentimental drawl ;
A song we'll troll, and chorus roll,
To the monarch of them all :
To our jolly old English beer,
So sparkling, mellow, and clear,
No wine will compare,
Though never so rare,
With jolly old English beer.

Although our prim young maidens

May simper o'er their wine ;
Just wet the lip with a gentle sip

And a grace almost divine.
But why they make such blooming wives,

When others shrink and fail,
Is owing, no doubt, to native stout,
And foaming nutbrown ale.

And each wife keeps a drop o' good beer
The heart of her lord to cheer,
And draws out his fun
His song or his pun
By drawing a drop o' good beer.

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Should wine fed loons invade us,
Their force we need not fear,
If we but form, to meet the storm,
Brigades well armed with beer.
Our forts would need no Armstrong guns,

Our Riflemen no ball ;
For the thirsty foe, without a blow,
Into our hands would fall :

If he saw a brown bottle of beer,
Held aloft by each Volunteer,
Lord, how he would run
To throw down his gun
For a swig of old English beer.

Let Britons then, their home-brew'd,

Defend with heart and hand ;
Though pump and vine in force combine

To drive him from the land.
If bright Burdeaux and Burgundy

Our ancient foes inspired,
'Twas draughts of good October brew'd
Our conquering fathers fired.
Then let us our English beer,
Like dutiful sons hold dear,
For we none of us know
How much we may owe
To jolly old English beer.

W. C.

Carlisle, October, 1861,

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I saw an eager smiling boy

Gaze upward at the star-gemmed sky ;
His tiny grasping hand stretched forth

In daring hope to draw it nigh.

Each wand'ring butterfly to win,
To cull each flower that bloomed apart,

To seize the rainbow's gorgeous arch,
He sought with longing, childish heart.

I saw an earnest, serious man ;

His eye was filled with thoughtful light ;
On fame his yearning heart was set,

On love, on all that makes life bright.

Pure thoughts and aims sublimely high
Would dwell with him, his bosom fire ;

To all the beautiful and good
His soul did lovingly aspire.

I saw an old man, calm and bright,
Whose face as lake at eve was still,

He sought no future earth could yield,
His yearnings heaven alone could fill.

That eager, child-like, grasping hand,
Each fancied treasure to obtain ;

That earnest aim of manhood's age
Some high ideal end and gain.

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What are they but the strongest proofs

Of the immortal soul we own,
Aspiring on, through Faith and Hope,

Till love in perfect trust is shown ?

Oh, child ! at thy unconscious sport,

Longing for every winged toy ;
And man with thy sublime desire,

Yearning for good and all its joy :

"When holy age brings peaceful trust

Thoult feel thy ardent hopes were given

By Him whose love eternal seeks

To guide the wand'ring heart to heaven.



My head is rinnin' roun' about

I'm doylt and like to fa',
An' pent up feeling seeks a vent

'Twixt ilka breath I draw.
Tho' threescore years this day o' grace

It looks just like yestreen
It looks just like a drowsy dream

Sin' our sweet bridal e'en.

Although my staff maun me support

To hirple owre the floor,
An' sicht is dim wi' ilka help

An' weel kent things obscure ;

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This happy date aye seems to sink

The years that intervene,
And the soul looks thro' the bars o' eild

Back to our bridal e'en.

The biggin rang wi' gleesome din ;

Here sat I'll no say wha
His hand was lockit i' my ain,

He stately was an' braw.
An' sidelins aft was speert that nicht ;

Was meeter pair e'er seen ?
He's i' the mools, an' but mysel'

Can min' our bridal e'en.

Life's sun is i' the west I ken,

I'm fast gaun down the brae ;
There's something tells me unco plain

I hae na far to gae :
But the thoughts o' auld langsyne will steal

Across my min' yet green ;
It looms in retrospective licht,

The memory o' that e'en.

Carlisle, December, 1863.


A-bed, in bed
Abuin, above
Ae, one
Afwore, before
A-fit, on foot
Agean, against
Ahint, behind
A-horse, on horseback
Ail, to be indisposed
Ajy, awry
Alang, along
Allyblaster, allabaster
Amang, among
Ambrie, pantry
Anent, opposite
Anunder't, under it
Anudder, another
As-buird, ashes-board; a

box in which ashes are


'At, contraction of that
Atomy, skeleton
Atween, between

Auld, old
Aunty, aunt
Aw, all
Awn, own
Ax, to ask
Ayont, beyond


'Bacco, tobacco

Bairns, children

Bandylan, a female of
bad character

Bang, to beat; an action
of haste, as, he com in
wi 1 a bang

Baith, both

Bane, bone

Bailies, bailiffs

Bannocks, bread made
of oatmeal, thicker
than common cakes

Backseyde, the yard be-
hind a house

Batter, dirt

* To those who find this Glossary too limited for their
research, we recommend, as the best and most extensive
published, A Glossary of the Words and Phrases of Cumberland,
by William Dickinson, F.L.S. (Callander and Dixon,



Bawk, a cross beam

Behint, behind

Bensil, to bang or beat

Bet, a wager; beat

Bettermer, better

Beyde, to endure, to stay

Belder, to bellow, voci-

Belsh, to emit wind from
the stomach

Biggin, building

Bit, a small piece

Billy, brother

Bizen, (see shem)

Bleaken'd, blacken'd

Blate, bashful

Bleer-e'ed, blear-ey'd

Bleets, blights

Bleckell, Blackwell, a vil-
lage near Carlisle

Bluid, blood

Bluim, bloom

Blaw, blow

Blusteration, the noise of
a braggart

Boggle, hobgoblin

Bout, a turn ; action

Bodder, bother

Bowt, bought

Bonnie, pretty

Bow-hough'd, having
crooked houghs

Brack, broke

Brag, boast

Braid, broad

Bran new, quite new

Brat, a coarse apron

Bray, to beat

Bravely, in a good state
of health

Breer, briar

Breet, bright

Brees'd, bruis'd

Breeks, breeches

Brig, bridge

Brong, brought

Brock, a badger

Brunt, burnt

Brulliment, broil

Brast, burst

'Buin, above

Buits, boots

Bumm'd, struck; beat

Bunc'd, an action of
haste, as, he bunc'd in
amang us

Buck up, to subscribe

Buss, to kiss

Butter-shag, a slice of
bread spread with butter

Butter-sops, wheat or
oaten bread, soaked
in melted butter and

Bygane, bygone; past

Byre, cow-house

Byspel, full of vice, mis-

Cabbish, cabbage
Caff, chaff



Cairds, cards

Caller, fresh, cool

Card, Carlisle

Canny, decent looking,
well made

Capper, one who excels

Car, cart

Carras, a shed or cart-
house, wherein carts
are kept

Cat-witted, silly and con-

Ceake, cake

Chang, the cry of a pack
of hounds, the con-
versation of numbers

Ghap, a general term for
man, used either in a
manner of respect or

Chawk, chalk

Chid, a young fellow

Chimley, chimney

Chops, mouth

Claes, clothes

Clashes, tale-bearers

Clarty, miry

Claver, to climb

Clogs, a sort of shoes,
the upper part of strong
hide leather, and the
soles of birch or alder,
plaited with iron -

Cleed, to clothe

Cleek, to catch as with a

Click-clack,the noise that
the pendulum of a
clock makes in its

Clink, a blow

Clipt dinmentj a thin,
mean-looking fellow

Clip and heel'd, proper-
ly dressed, like a cock
prepared to fight

Cluff, a blow

Cockin, cock-fighting

Cocker, a feeder or
fighter of cocks

Com, came

Corp, corpse

Cow'd-lword, a pudding
made of oatmeal and

Cowp, to exchange

Cowt, colt

Crack, to chat, to chal-
lenge, to boast, or do
any thing quickly, as
Ps duft in a crack

Crackets, crickets

Crammel, to perform a
thing awkwardly

Crap, crept

Creyke, creek

Cronie, an old acquaint-

Croft, a field behind the

Crouse, lofty, haughty

Cruds, curds



Cruin, to bellow, to hum

a tune
Cuddy Wulson, Cuthbert

Cuil, cool

Cummerlan, Cumber-

Cunn'd, counted
Curley pow, curled head
Cursinin, christening
Cursty, Christopher
Cursmas, Christmas
Curtchey'd, curtsey'd
Cutty, short
Cutten, cut down
Cutter'd, whisper'd
Cwoley, a farmer's or

shepherd's dog
Cwose-house, corse-


Daddle, hand
Daft, half wise, some-
times wanton
Daggy, drizzly
Dander, to hobble
Darrak, a day's labour
Dapper, neatly dressed
Darter, active inperform-

ing a thing

Dawstoners, inhabitants
of Dalston, a village
near Carlisle
De, do
Deame, dame

Deavie, David

Ded, or deddy, father

Dee, to die

Deeins, doings

Deef, deaf

De'il bin, devil take

Deet, died ; to clean

Deeth, death

Deetin, winnowing corn

Deylt, mop'd, spirtless

Deyke, hedge

Diddle, to hum a tune

Dis, does

Dispert, desperate

Dissnins, a distance in
horse-racing, the 8th
part of a mile

Divvent, do not

Doff, to undress

Don, to dress

Donnet, an ill-disposed

Downo, cannot, i.e. when
one has the power, but
wants the will to do
any thing

Dowter, daughter

Douse, jolly, or sonsy-
looking person: solid,
grave, and prudent

Dozen'd, spiritless and

Dub, a small collection
of stagnant water

Dubbler, a wooden



Dui, do

Duir, door

Duin, done

Duds, coarse clothes

Dunch, to strike with

the elbows
Dunnet, do not
Dung owre, knocked


Durdem, broil, hubbub
Durtment, any thing

Dust, durdem, one of the

many provincial names

for money


Ee, eye
Een, eyes
Efter, after
Elcy, Alice
Eleeben, eleven
Ellek, Alexander
En, end

Eneugh, enough
Eshes, ash-trees

Fadder, father
Famish, famous
Fan, found, felt
Fash, trouble
Fares-te-weel, fares-thee-


Fau't, fault
Faul, farm-yard

Faw, fall

Feace, face

Feale, fail

Feckless, feeble, wanting


Feight, fight
Fettle, order, condition
Fit, foot, fought
Fin, to find, to feel
Flacker'd, flutter'd
Flay, fright, to fright
Fleek, flitch
Flegmagaries, useless

fripperies of female


Fluir, or fleer, floor
Fluet, a stroke
Flyie, to laugh
Font, foolish
Foorsett, to anticipate,

to way-lay
Forby, besides
Forret, forward
Fou, full
Fowt, a fondling
Frae, from
Frase, fray

Fratch, quarrel, to quarrel
Freeten'd, frighten'd
Freet, to grieve
Fremm'd, strange
Frostit, frosted
Frow, a worthless woman
Furbellows, useless silks,

frills, or gauzes of a

female dress



Full, fool .
Furst, first
Fuss, bustle

Gae, to go

Gaen, gone

Gam, game

Gamlers, gamblers

Gammerstang, a tall awk-
ward person, of a bad

Gang, to go; a confede-
rated company of in-
famous persons

Gar, to make, to compel

Garth, orchard or garden,
an enclosure

Gat, got

Gate, road or path

Gaun, going

Gayshen, a smock-faced,
silly-looking person

Gear, wealth, money, the
tackling of a cart or

Gev, gave

Git, get

Girn, grin

Girt, great

Gizzern, gizzard

Gliff, glance

Glyme,tolook obliquely,

Glowre, to stare

Glump'd, gloom' d

Gob, mouth

Gowd i' gowpens, gold
in handfuls

Gowk, the cuckoo ; a
thoughtless, ignorant I
fellow, who harps too
long on a subject

Gowl, to weep

Graen, to groan

Graith'd, dressed, accou-

Granny, grandmother

Granfadder, grandfather

Granson, grandson

Greace, grace

Greave, grave

Greymin, a thin covering
of snow

Grousome, grim

Greype, a three-pronged
instrument for the pur-
pose of cleaning cow-

Gulder, to speak amaz-
ingly loud, and with a
dissonant voice

Gully, a large knife

Guff, a fool

Guid, good

Gurdle, the iron on which
cakes are baked

Gwordie, George


Hack'd, won every thing
Hae, have



Hale, whole

Hallan, partition wall

Hangrell, a long hungry
looking fellow

Hantel, large quantity

Hankitcher, handker-

Hap, to cover

Hardleys, hardly

Hauld, hold, shelter

Havey-scavey, all in

Hawflin, a fool

Haw, hall

Hawf, half

Havver, oats

Hay-bay, hubbub

Heaste, haste

Hether-fac'd, rough-fac'd

Hee, high

Het, hot

Head-wark, head-ache

Helter, halter

Red, had

Kerry, to rob

Hirpled, limped

Hinmost, hindmost

King, hang

Hinney, honey

Hizzy, huzzy

Hod, hold

Hoddenly, frequently,
without intermission

Hout! pshaw!

Hotch, shake; to shake

Howdey, a midwife

Hug, to squeeze

Hur, her

Hulk, a lazy, clumsy

Hursle, to raise up the

Hunsup r scold; quarrel


Ilk, or Ilka, every
Ither, other
Iver, ever
Jaw, mouth
Jen, or Jenny, Jane
Jobby, or Jwosep,



Keale, broth

Ken-guid, the example
by which we are to
learn what is good

Keave, to give an awk-
ward wavering motion
to the body

Keak, cake

Keek, to peep

Ken, to know

Kith, acquaintances

Kittle, to tickle

Knop, a large tub

Kurk, church

Kurk-garth, church-yard

Kurn, churn; to churn

Kye, cows

Lait, to seek

Laik, play; to play



Laird, a farmer's eldest
son, or one who al-
ready possesses land

Lai, little

Larnin, learning

Lanlword, landlord

Lant, a game at cards

Lanters, the players at

Lave, the rest

Lapstone, a shoemaker's
stone, upon which he
beats his leather

Latch, a wooden sneck,
lifted sometimes with
a cord, at other times
with the finger

Lap, leapt

Leace, lace

Leady, lady

Leame, lame

Leate, late

Leane, alone

Leet, to meet with; to

Leetsome, lightsome

Ledder, to beat

Lee, a lie

Leeve, live

Leather - te - patch, a

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